He chuckled again. “Touch yourself,” he commanded in a low, gravelly voice.
“You’re not?”
“You’re not touching yourself like I asked. I want you to do it exactly like you do when no one’s watching.”
I slid a hand down to my clit, pressed into my slick nub, and felt the warm currents of pleasure surge through me.
When I looked down, I could see him thrusting in and out of me shallowly. It was clear he wasn’t all the way in yet.
“You tell me if I need to stop,” he said, seeing my reaction. His big hand caressed my cheek. Slowly, I felt him push deeper inside me. He leaned down and whispered in my ear. “I’m going to fuck you slow first. And then I’m going to fuck you really, really hard.”
The hair on the back of my neck stood up when he said that. I could feel his hot, rough hands wrapping around my ass, holding me. Gripping me. Owning me.
“Yes, please,” I nodded, my eyes rolling up in the back of my head as he plunged deeper inside of me. “Give it to me.”
When he finally buried himself inside me, it was like a pleasure bomb had just exploded in my core. I pulled my hands around to his back and dragged my nails.
I wanted him to know the same pain with pleasure experience I was having. See if he’d react.
I saw his eyes widen in recognition. I thought he might get angry, but instead he just said, “Yes. Dig in as deep as you want.”
“Oh my God, Shane,” I moaned, noticing that I’d drawn blood when I took my finger off of him.
He just snickered in a low growl. “You think you can hurt me, Natalie?”
My eyes fixed on his gaze made of steel. I purred as he thrust as deep as he could go, then held himself inside.
He continued, “Maybe you don’t understand that I like the pain. Like you. You like it, don’t you?”
A crack on the side of my ass with his right palm sent a shiver up my side.
“Yes,” I moaned, writhing. “I like it.”
“What do you like more, when I spank you, or feeling my cock in your tight little pussy?”
He pinned my hands down to the bed with his. My mind was becoming foggier with pleasure every second. I could feel my orgasm rising. I wanted to respond to him, but thinking was difficult.
My fogged brain must have showed, because he thrust extra hard into me, causing me to gasp.
“When I ask a question, Dollface, I expect an answer.”
“You…inside…better,” I mewled. I was grimacing, not from the pain, which had subsided, but from how much pleasure was exploding inside me.
“That’s more like it. Jesus, you feel good, Natalie…”
His words became mush, his voice dissipated into gravelly growls. He fucked me in missionary so long that I lost track of time.
The first orgasm came on slow, at first. I felt his weight on top of me, his thickness as he slid in and out of me, his hands wrapping mine up in his. The slapping together of our sweaty bodies, the ultimate contrast to the freezing cold outside.
I screamed clumsily as my pleasure took over, pulsing through me with a power equal to the man who had given it to me.
That is to say: strong, rough, and uncontrollable.
“I’ve never come like that,” I muttered in its wake, and he slowly pulled out of me.
“Well you’ve never been fucked like that.”
“I’ve never been fucked at all.”
“Now you have.”
A strange sensation rolled through me. Not shame or guilt, just the realization being felt throughout my body that I’d finally been with a man.
“And we’re not done. Not by a long shot.”
“We’re not?”
“Turn over.”
I got on my hands and knees, feeling him run his palm over the skin of my ass.
The first crack of his palm on my ass cheek rippled pain through me and I moaned.
Fisting my ponytail, he jerked my head toward him and kissed my neck so hard I knew he would leave a mark.
“You know, Natalie,” he growled. “I might have this crazy attraction to you. But part of me—yes, there’s a part of me that will always hate you. Logically I can’t blame you just for being born, to the family you were. But that doesn’t change those feelings deep down inside me.”
I furrowed my brow. Was he really having this conversation right now?
“Dammit, Shane, will you shut up about that right now and fuck me?”
His jaw dropped. “Is that how you really feel?”
I nodded. “I don’t care how you feel about me. Right now I need you to…”
Another crack landed on my ass, this one so hard it forced a rush of adrenaline through me and killed whatever train of thought I’d had.
“Don’t tell me what to fucking do, Dyno.”
Another smack, this time on the other cheek.
Harder.
I swallowed. Glancing behind me, I saw his hard cock throb.
“Don’t move,” he seethed. “Keep your eyes forward, on the bed post.”
I heard metal clink together, and my heart raced. I heard his footsteps on the wood floor as he came around to the top of the bed. I didn’t dare look anywhere but forward.
“You want me to forgive you for what your family has done to mine? Well I’ve got some anger I need to get out constructively, or I’m afraid it’s just going to keep stewing. I thought taking your virginity might soften me. It hasn’t happened.”
I gulped. I wanted to say so many things in that moment.
That I wasn’t scared of him.
That I could take whatever punishment he could give me, and worse.
That I’d fantasized about something like this since I had first stolen one of my mother’s romance novels and figured out how to masturbate.
But nothing came out. I just held steady, saying nothing, keeping my eyes forward.
“Angry. I’ve been angry my whole life. Hockey is the only thing that seems to ever soothe me. But you, Natalie, you soothe me too. You rile me up and make feelings that have been buried for too long rise to the surface. There’s really only one way to make all of this right. I’m about to take my anger out on you, right now.”
He threaded the handcuffs through the metal pole at the top of the bed’s headboard, then clicked the handcuffs into place on my wrists.
They were tight, this time. There’d be no way I could escape.
He circled back around behind me, and slid one finger slowly up my inner thigh.
I shuddered as he arrived at my opening.
“Your beautiful cunt is a puddle right now. What does that say about you?”
“I…I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do know. Stop acting.”
He landed another smack on my ass, which sent a jolt of adrenaline through me.
“It says, everything I’m telling you right now is turning you on. You answered, both, when I asked you that question. But that’s not what you wanted, was it?”
“I didn’t know,” I said.
“What do you mean, didn’t know?”
“I mean, how would I know what I want if I’ve never tried it?”
He laughed, and I felt his hard tip teasing around my opening.
“That’s actually…not a bad fucking answer, Natalie.”